So there are zombies, now.

It's been on the news; Renee and Tot were following it on the TV and on live internet streaming from the lighthouse. Renee called Kate, who was helping to keep Gotham safe, and who didn't say anything which Renee might interpret as facing her mother and sister. Then Renee called Helena, who was busy right now, thank you. ( Read more... )

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So... this is it then, the end ( Read more... )

She thought they might fly her out first class, but instead they recruited a teleporter to get her to England, and that gave her stomach cramps that shouldn't be believed. And then there's the whole having to fight cultists again.

Seriously, these people never stop trying to kill her, do they?

But Renee's got a boat to catch, even if she has to run ( Read more... )

Here's the thing: The world once again might very well be about to end, only this time it might turn out to be all Renee Montoya's fault.

Well, not her fault exactly - more like her responsibility.

Anti-Life, that's what it is. It's an equation, or a virus or a - something, and it's likely to take over the world and turn Earth into a new home for ( Read more... )

It all piles up so hard and so fast Renee can't even say where it starts. When it starts. How it starts.
If it starts, or if its always been happening.

The Order of the Stone start talking about an upcoming apocalypse.

A series of kidnappings becomes nationwide, targetting exclusively meta children, all under 18. Investigation leads Renee to ( Read more... )

Roses were delivered to the lighthouse. They don't even get mail at the lighthouse.

Dear Ms. Montoya, AKA THE QUESTION,

You have three minutes to read this card, whereupon every trace of it will disappear completely.

“Hey, Tot,” Renee throws out, not looking up from the letter. “You ever heard of Oracle?”

“Heard of him,” Professor Rodor offers, the ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago, Renee Montoya did what she thinks someone really should have done several months ago ( Read more... )

Inputting the coordinates into her GPS leads Renee to a dockyard in Bangladesh. A long inactive dockyard that now shows little activity other than the odd savage artist carrying girders and steel work away from the rust-encrusted carcasses. Having hiked all the way from Chittagong, Renee is hot, stinky, and tired, but her stomach skips in ( Read more... )

After meeting with the Mayor and agreeing to take on the case, Renee finds herself with free access to the case files and space to study and meditate on what she finds in there. It doesn't take her long to realise that there are holes in the initial overview O'Toole gave her ( Read more... )